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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.