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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.