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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.