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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.