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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.