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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.