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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.