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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.