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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.