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 Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
UT,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.