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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Japan,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Wire,
Pole,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.