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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.