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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.