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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Litter to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.