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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.