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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.