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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.