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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.