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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 The Fuzztones to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
The Martian,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.