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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.