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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.