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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.