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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.