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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.