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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.