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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.