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 Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
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 Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.