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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.