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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.