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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.