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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.