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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.