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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.