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 Finland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Standells to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.