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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.