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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.