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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
UT,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.