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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.