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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.