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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.