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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Sound,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.