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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.