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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.