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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.