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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.