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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.