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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Mars,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.