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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
UT,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.