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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.