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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.