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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.