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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Mars,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.