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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.