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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.