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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.