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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Zeros to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.