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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Deakin,
Television,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.