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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
cv313,
MC5,
Index,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.