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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.