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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.