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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.