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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.