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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.