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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.