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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.