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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.