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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
ABC,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.