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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.