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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.