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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.