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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.