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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
cv313,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.