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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.