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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.