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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.