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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.