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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.