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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
UT,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.