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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Graham Central Station 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Television,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.