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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Scion,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.