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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.