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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.