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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.