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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.