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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.