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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.