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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.