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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.