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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Niagra 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.