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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.