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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Magma,
Nico,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.