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 Gabon 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.