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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.