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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.