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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.