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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.