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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
ABC,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.