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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.