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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.