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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Smog,
The Associates,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.