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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.