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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.