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 Benin 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.