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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suburban Knight 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Index,
The Fall,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.