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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.