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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.