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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.