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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Evens,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.