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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Monks,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.