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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.