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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.