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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.