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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
PIL,
the Normal,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.