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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.