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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.