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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
the Association,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.