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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.