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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.