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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.