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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.