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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.