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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Interpol,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.