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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.