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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Names,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.