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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.