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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.