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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Brick,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.