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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Main Source,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.