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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Index,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.