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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.