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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.