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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Organ,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.