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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.