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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.