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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.