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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.