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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.