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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.