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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.