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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.