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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.