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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.