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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.