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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.