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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.