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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Television,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.