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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.