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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.