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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.