Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.