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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.