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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.