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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.