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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.