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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.