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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
DNA,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.