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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
X-101,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.