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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.