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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.