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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Mars,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.