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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.