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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.