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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
New Order,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.