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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Scion,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.