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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.