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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.