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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.