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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.