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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.