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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
New Order,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.