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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.