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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.