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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.