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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.