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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.