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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.