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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.