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 Barbados and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.