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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.