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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.