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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.