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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.