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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.