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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.