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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
the Association,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.