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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Index,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.