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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.