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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.