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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.