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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.