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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.