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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.