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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.