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 Japan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.