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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.