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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.