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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.