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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.