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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.