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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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.