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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.