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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.