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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.