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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.