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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.