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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.