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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Wake,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.