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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.