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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
AZ,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.