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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.