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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Visage,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.