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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.