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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.