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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.