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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
PIL,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.