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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.