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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.