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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.