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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Deakin,
The Associates,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.