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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.