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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.