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 Nigeria 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.