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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.