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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Technova,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.