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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.