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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.