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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.