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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.