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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.