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 Botswana and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Chrome,
AZ,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.