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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.