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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.