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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.