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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.