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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.