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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.