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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Slave,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.