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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
MDC,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.