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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.