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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
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.