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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Interpol,
X-102,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.