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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.