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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.