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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.