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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.