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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.