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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Erykah Badu 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.