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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
UT,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.