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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Pole,
The Litter,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.