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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.