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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.