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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.