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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.