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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Brick,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.