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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.