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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.