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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.