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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.