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 Germany 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.