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 Malta 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.