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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.