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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.