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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.