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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.