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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.