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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.