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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.