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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.