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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.