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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.