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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.