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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.