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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.