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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.