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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.