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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Faust,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.