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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.