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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.