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 Finland and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
MDC,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.