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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.