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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.