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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Young Rascals to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.