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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.