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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.