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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.