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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.