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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Crime,
Mars,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.