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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.