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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.