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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Scion,
X-102,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.