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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Quantec,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.