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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.