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 Portugal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.