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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
The Names,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.