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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.