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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
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Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.