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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.