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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Symarip,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.