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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.