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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.