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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.