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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.