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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.