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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.