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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.