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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.