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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.