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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s 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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Brick,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.