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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.