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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.