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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.