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 Africa and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.