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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.