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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Trojans to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.