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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.