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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.