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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.