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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.