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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.