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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Magma,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.