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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.