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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.