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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.