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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.