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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.