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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.