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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.