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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.