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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.