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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.