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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.