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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.