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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Sound,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.