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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.