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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Crime,
Scion,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Index,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.