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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
UT,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.