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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.