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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.