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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.