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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Fear,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.