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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Monks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.