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 Tonga 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.