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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.