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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.