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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.