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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Busters,
The Doors,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.