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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
UT,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.