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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.