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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.