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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.