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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.