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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.