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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.