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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.