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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sound,
The Saints,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Magma,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.