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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
PIL,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.