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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.