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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.