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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.