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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
The Names,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Make Up,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.