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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.