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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.