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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
X-101,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.