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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.