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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.