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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.