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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.