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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.