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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.