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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Index,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.