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 Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.