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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.