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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.