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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.