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 China and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The Names,
Urselle,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.