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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Suicide,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.