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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.