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-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.