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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Rekid,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.