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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.