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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.