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 Niger 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.