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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
the Association,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.