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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.