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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.