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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.