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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
PIL,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.