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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.