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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.