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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.