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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.