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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.