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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.