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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.