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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.