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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.