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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.