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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.