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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.