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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.