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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.