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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.