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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.