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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.