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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.