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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.