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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.