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 the UAE 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.