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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.