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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.