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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.