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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
The Names,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Technova,
Brick,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.