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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.