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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.