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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.