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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.