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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.