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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.