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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.