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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.