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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
UT,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.