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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.