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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.