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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.