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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.