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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.