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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.