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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.