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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.