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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.