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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
JFA,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.