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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.