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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cure to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.