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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Television,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.