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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Slave,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.