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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.