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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.