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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.