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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.