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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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.