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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.