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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.