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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.