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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.