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 Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.