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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.