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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.