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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.