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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Slave,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.