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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.