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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.