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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.