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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.