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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.