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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Organ,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.