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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.