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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
10cc,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.