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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.