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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.