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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.