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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.