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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.