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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.