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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.