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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.