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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.