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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.