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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.