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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.