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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.