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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Brick,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.