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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.