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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.