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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.