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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.