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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.