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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.