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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.