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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.