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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.