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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
The Fall,
PIL,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.