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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.