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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.