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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.