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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Josef K to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.