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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.