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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.