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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
The Cure,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.