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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Japan,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.