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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.