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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.