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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.