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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Monks,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.