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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.