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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.