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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.