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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Pole,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.