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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.