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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Scion,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.