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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.