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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.