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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.