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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.