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 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.