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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.