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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.