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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.