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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.