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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.