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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.