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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.