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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.